Third-Person Sample: One, two, three, KICK! One, two, thee, KICK! May Lee made her motions in a steady rhythem, punding away at the sandbag in the Kim Dojo, her foot making heavy marks on the reinforced skin of the bag. Each kick shook the pillar that the bag had been wrapped around, her strength clear to the others who had stopped their own workout to watch her. Her kiai echoed throughout the large hall, and many of the younger students watched with a mix of admiration and a hope they'd never have to spar with her. May Lee did have a reputation for being one of the very best in the school, after all.
As she finished and took a few calming breaths, she grabbed a towl from the rack nearby and began to wipe the sweat from her face and arms.Time to head to the locker room, she thought to herself. There were a mass of thoughts in her mind, and she needed some space to sort them out. For the sixth year in a row, Master Kim had forgone asking her to participate in a King of Fighters tournament. It seemed since her near death at the hands of Igniz, Master Kim had been hesitant to put her in that sort of situation ever again. It angered her, but she knew that Master Kim only meant well for her. She had a life and career to look forward to... she couldn't waste her life on those sorts of competitions.
This of course just angered her further. Had she not grown strong enough? She wasn't a young girl anymore! She was a woman with the strength to take on the world around her, she just needed a chance to prove hereself, damnit! She needed Master Kim to be able to trust in her skills again on that level! Winning these national tournaments wasn't enough... She wanted that thrill of taking on the best the world had to offer again! Why couldn't she? It didn't makese sense...
It was then she noticed a letter sticking out of her locker...
First-Person Sample: This place is amazing! I can already feel the thrill of the challenge running through me as I walk down the street! I wonder who all has come here so far? I hope they're all super strong! Otherwise I'll have wasted my time packing! Now where is this House of Arms I'm supposed to go to? And I hope they don't mind me putting up a flag in the living room...
One, two, three, KICK! One, two, thee, KICK! May Lee made her motions in a steady rhythem, punding away at the sandbag in the Kim Dojo, her foot making heavy marks on the reinforced skin of the bag. Each kick shook the pillar that the bag had been wrapped around, her strength clear to the others who had stopped their own workout to watch her. Her kiai echoed throughout the large hall, and many of the younger students watched with a mix of admiration and a hope they'd never have to spar with her. May Lee did have a reputation for being one of the very best in the school, after all.
As she finished and took a few calming breaths, she grabbed a towl from the rack nearby and began to wipe the sweat from her face and arms.Time to head to the locker room, she thought to herself. There were a mass of thoughts in her mind, and she needed some space to sort them out. For the sixth year in a row, Master Kim had forgone asking her to participate in a King of Fighters tournament. It seemed since her near death at the hands of Igniz, Master Kim had been hesitant to put her in that sort of situation ever again. It angered her, but she knew that Master Kim only meant well for her. She had a life and career to look forward to... she couldn't waste her life on those sorts of competitions.
This of course just angered her further. Had she not grown strong enough? She wasn't a young girl anymore! She was a woman with the strength to take on the world around her, she just needed a chance to prove hereself, damnit! She needed Master Kim to be able to trust in her skills again on that level! Winning these national tournaments wasn't enough... She wanted that thrill of taking on the best the world had to offer again! Why couldn't she? It didn't makese sense...
It was then she noticed a letter sticking out of her locker...
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This place is amazing! I can already feel the thrill of the challenge running through me as I walk down the street! I wonder who all has come here so far? I hope they're all super strong! Otherwise I'll have wasted my time packing! Now where is this House of Arms I'm supposed to go to? And I hope they don't mind me putting up a flag in the living room...
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